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Psalm 22:7 - English Standard Version 2016

7 All who see me mock me; they make mouths at me; they wag their heads;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 All who see me laugh at me and mock me; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying, [Matt. 27:43.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

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Common English Bible

7 All who see me make fun of me— they gape, shaking their heads:

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Psalm 22:7
22 Tagairtí Cros  

I am a laughingstock to my friends; I, who called to God and he answered me, a just and blameless man, am a laughingstock.


Men have gaped at me with their mouth; they have struck me insolently on the cheek; they mass themselves together against me.


I also could speak as you do, if you were in my place; I could join words together against you and shake my head at you.


I am an object of scorn to my accusers; when they see me, they wag their heads.


Let the lying lips be mute, which speak insolently against the righteous in pride and contempt.


You have made us a byword among the nations, a laughingstock among the peoples.


Thus says the Lord, the Redeemer of Israel and his Holy One, to one deeply despised, abhorred by the nation, the servant of rulers: “Kings shall see and arise; princes, and they shall prostrate themselves; because of the Lord, who is faithful, the Holy One of Israel, who has chosen you.”


He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; and as one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not.


Whom are you mocking? Against whom do you open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue? Are you not children of transgression, the offspring of deceit,


and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on his head and put a reed in his right hand. And kneeling before him, they mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!”


he said, “Go away, for the girl is not dead but sleeping.” And they laughed at him.


And when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the purple cloak and put his own clothes on him. And they led him out to crucify him.


And those who passed by derided him, wagging their heads and saying, “Aha! You who would destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days,


The Pharisees, who were lovers of money, heard all these things, and they ridiculed him.


And Herod with his soldiers treated him with contempt and mocked him. Then, arraying him in splendid clothing, he sent him back to Pilate.


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